It belonged to a Chinese female probably between the ages of 35 - 45. It was about 160cm tall with an engagement ring on its left ring finger. It had several bruises on its arm. And we dissected it. We made several cuts on the upper body with the help of a well sharped scalpel. All in the attempt of learning the human body. Finally we had it skinned off. Literally. We began clearing the fats and it was one well fed body. The layers of adipose tissue was overwhelming. And we thought it was over. How wrong we were. It was time for a Mastectomy. We carefully removed the lump of fat that was attached to its chest and placed it on a dish. Over? Not quite? We were now looking for white stuff. Adipose and more adipose. Beneath all that adipose laid the muscles; nicely packed away. This particular chest muscle was the Pectoralis Major. Upon cutting the muscle away came a gleam of hope in white. They were the rib bones. Success. It was over.
How did it feel to make your first cut? How did the body end up on the table?
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